CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
On the other side of town, Dick Fairchild was busy shadowing his son Ronny, who had just slipped out his bedroom window a few minutes earlier; even though he was supposed to be sound asleep at this late hour.
Dick almost lost Ronny as he maneuvered through the darkness, but managed to stay with him to his secret rendezvous. Now his curiosity was truly piqued as his son approached the home of Alan Wallace.
On several occasions, Dick had interacted with Alan at the library, when he required assistance in locating books or materials pertaining to police work. Beyond that, there was nothing between the two men.
Ronny made his way around to the rear door and producing a key, entered Alan’s modest little domicile; which came as a startling surprise to his father who was now observing him from behind a small tool shed in the same vicinity.
As his son entered and closed the door behind him—several moments passed when Dick now noticed a light had been turned on. The light was coming through a side window with thin light blue curtains which were not completely closed.
As he surveyed the surrounding area, Dick now felt it was safe to approach and peer inside as to what might bring his son to Mr. Wallace’s home at such an odd hour. Several minutes had already lapsed before he made his move to the outer rim of the two by three-foot window.
No voices could be heard as he strained to hear; taking one last look about, he leaned in and looked through the dirty glass. Utter shock struck him as if he had been stabbed in the chest. For the first time in his life, he froze, uncertain what to do. So many emotions were coursing through his mind and body, he just stood transfixed on the scene playing out before him, unable to look away.
Alan was totally naked and sitting on the edge of the bed facing the window which was only seven feet away. He was looking down at Ronny, who was kneeling between his legs, he too was naked except he was still wearing his black socks. Alan had his hands on Ronny’s head--assisting him as it were--as it bobbed up and down repeatedly.
Dick finally turned from the harrowing spectacle as tears ran down his flushed cheeks. The last time he cried was when his wife, Mary Beth had just given birth to their son, Ronald Walter Fairchild, and then died so un-expectantly.
Regaining some of his senses, Dick wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing there, he lost all track of time. Unable to stop himself, he gazed once more through the window; his son was now face down upon the bed with Alan straddling him from behind thrusting away.
Dick bolted from the sinful scene as a savage rage now grew inside his rigid abdomen. Running with clinched fists as fast as he could, he stumbled and fell, a dog started barking, he saw lights coming on. Not sure whose yard he was in, he jumped to his feet and ran nonstop back to his home.
Such a betrayal from his son, he had never before experienced, but he knew in his heart he still loved his son; even if he felt ashamed of him right now. Such a scandalous act; yet he could not exact punishment upon his son, for he knew in his heart that it was none other than Wallace, who had seduced his innocent boy into being defiled in such a depraved manner.
Yet, that did not hold true for Alan; for him, Dick’s vengeance would be forthcoming with a heavy hand; so sayeth the Bible as he understood it to be the word of god almighty.